I’m putting this FR up in both the DallasPUA lair and the PickUpSD since it occurred in Texas, but I’m from San Diego. Therefore, I must apologize beforehand for explaining things about DFW to the San Diego people, and explaining things about San Diego to the DFW people.
The first of which is calling Dallas/Ft. Worth DFW. The two cities have literally no separation even though the downtowns are 70 miles apart, so even though they are considered separate cities, everyone refers to it as DFW. It would be like saying that LA, Anaheim, Hollywood, and Santa Monica were all separate cities.
My trip out to Texas started because I was going to a good friends wedding, but also turned into a Mother’s day trip as well. Seeing as how my Mom was willing to put me up for the weekend, I decided to stay with her. I got out there Thursday and left Sunday, so the only real days to be active were Friday and Saturday. I tried to make the most of it.
Going back to DFW was a weird experience for me. It was the first time I had been there voluntarily in nearly seven years. I grew up in the area, but I really had no pull to even visit since I came out to California at the age of 18. I remembered why after this trip.
Friday, I rolled out to Grapevine Mills by myself, mainly because that used to be the big hangout in the area when I was in high school. I figured I’d just see what it was like and remember the good ole times. I was sad to see it had become a very low class mall. Despite the trashy feel, I day gamed a little anyway. Since it was early in the day there were some hired guns, and a couple of HBs, but mostly milfs and scum. I was looking at some art book at Hot Topic and the little hired gun hottie there opened me about the book and some music video. I asked her how old she was to see if she would have any useful information for me, and she was 18. After giving her a pretty good deal of shit for being young and hanging out in parks late at night, it was clear that I could easily close her, but there were too many logistical issues with trying to boff an 18 year old (still in high school) within two days while I’m staying with my Mom. I myspace closed her and got out of there.
Went to the wedding that night and ended up at a big table of girls that were in their 20’s, and all of them worked with my friend (the bride). I had some decent social proof to work with because of this, and things really picked up after I won over the two lesbians at the table from telling them part of my story from the lesbian bar last week. I realized this was going nowhere, though, because out of my table we had: too old, taken, LSE, married lesbians, taken, LSE. Well, this sucks. I was the life of the table (every other table’s average age was over 40), but it wasn’t going to help me any. One taken girl in particular wanted my attention really bad, and kept trying to get me to chase her, but time and time again, she was the one who came to me.
After myspace closing the other taken girl, and getting #closed by the lesbians to hang out the next day, I bounced. On the way out of downtown Ft. Worth, I saw something utterly confusing. Lots of 20ish year old girls, decently dressed up, and a whole shit load of 40 year old men in polo shirts with beer bellies. I almost got in an accident I was gawking so hard at the passerby’s. I still don’t understand that one.
Saturday, I was determined to go out. I was hoping to meet up with some DFW lair people, but it turns out the lair there is almost non-existent. No offense to the DFW guys, but the environment in Texas is not really the place for a PUA. No style. People are less concerned with appearance. Not a lot of people really go out. Much fewer people are educated. It’s just not really a conductive environment for meeting high caliber people.
This was further confirmed when I did go out that night. The first place I stopped by was the Gaylord Texan, a resort. I stopped by the sports bar first and noticed everyone in there looked bored as hell. While sitting at the bar, someone threw a penny at me. I forgot about this aspect of Texas. Aggression, hard rock, and guns are just normal way of life. So the weeny guys that can’t compete with the alphas still try to get a swing in to feel cool, so they throw pennies.
I bounced real fast over to their club. I walk in and it’s all milfs, couples, and social circles. I open just about everyone with “So what the hell do people do here for fun?” and have some interesting sets, but mainly all BS. I ended up talking to one 21 year old, but she was pretty dumb and was there with her parents, so no go (I actually started off gaming her Mom, oops). Then some 37 year old woman opened me and wanted to dance, so I did for a couple of songs. She was giving me massive kino and IOI’s, but she tried to pull a takeaway with me, and as I had no wingman and the sets were super lame and mostly couples, I cut my loses and headed out.
At this point I talked to Bset on the phone, who gave me directions to lower Greenville. I forgot just how fucking far away that is. After driving for 1.5 hours and still not being close, I finally said screw it since it was already 1:00am. What I did see a couple of exits back, though, was a W hotel.
I parked next to there and rolled in. Wow. No cover, the size of the bottom floor of Sand Bar, and over half empty. To the DFW folk, the W we have in San Diego is three stories. The bottom story is a kick ass dance floor, the middle story is a balcony that overlooks the dance floor and a lounge area. The top floor is outside and overlooks downtown and is covered in sand, so it feels like you’re walking on the beach. There’s always lots of people there, and they’re always dressed up super nice. There’s also a 20 dollar cover. Girls come in packs, and lots of them are college students.
Back to Texas, I get in and every guy in the room is wearing the classic AFC club shirt (white with very fine colored lines on it). The vibe reminded me of a graveyard. I grab water and go outside. After opening a set of non-english speakers for a smoke, I chill and survey the land out of my periphery. I open an 8 while her date is gone with “So what the hell do people do here for fun, because this can’t be it” and her response is “I don’t know and I’m from here”. I was getting this a lot. People don’t really go out much it seems. Her date came back and it got weird because she was IOIing me and had her arm over my chair, while her date was sitting there. I excused myself and moved on.
The sets really sucked because it was very obvious that in every set, there was at least one couple. Not a single troop of girls was out, and opening a set with multiple couples is tricky, especially when they’re holding together really tightly, no one is dancing, and the vibe is fucking dead.
All of this was reminding me why I don’t really miss Texas. There’s just not much to do, and life is slow as hell. Going out clubbing is a misnomer, because clubs don’t exist like they do out in CA, FL, and NY. You Texas guys need to come out to San Diego, and see what attractive people and fun atmospheres we have.
Again, back to Texas, I open some guys with the same opener, and they looked like shit. One was even wearing a polo shirt. Nothing useful from them. In the process of walking over to them, though, I see some little HBexotic 8.5-9 staring me down. She wasn’t with anyone that I could see.
Now, I don’t want to toot my own horn here, but I was very easily the highest value guy there. I was wearing over $400 in clothing and accessories. I was the only person that looked socially confident, and was also the only guy that wasn’t using my drink as a shield. So I wasn’t really surprised that one of the most attractive girls in the place is aggressively looking at me.
I walked away from the guys and HBexotic starts staring at me again. She’s clearly a lone wolf, so I open her with the same line from before.
HB: I don’t know, I’m not from here.
IT: Where are you from?
HB: New York, you?
IT: San Diego. What the hell brings you out here? (as I sit down)
HB: Work, you?
IT: Wedding. Are you having any trouble talking to people here? Texan’s don’t really like rude people, and well… you *are* from New York.
HB: How dare you. I’m not rude.
IT: You’re definitely throwing attitude, I’d say you’re pretty rude (as I turn away from her)
HB: No… stop that (grabs on to me and turns me back towards her). I just know what I want.
IT: I see.
HB: Want to go outside and talk?
IT: Sure, but you have to be nice. (head outside)
The transitioning from A2-A3-C1 went very smooth and she was doing most of the work. She was lightly qualifying herself and asking value questions, so it progressed like butter.
The kino was slowly working up as well. By the time they started closing the club down, she was tightly holding my hand and asking if she should take a cab or if I could take her to her hotel. I was 100% sure I was going to fclose HBexotic. When we got into my car she started sucking on my fingers. I’m all stocked at this point, out on a trip, going solo, and I get my first SNP.
Only problem was, she didn’t know where her hotel was and I don’t know downtown Dallas at all. After driving in circles for about 15 minutes, it happens.
I get this crazy ass gut feeling.
I didn’t know what to do now. I’ve had gut feelings before. One time I almost got shot (the bullet missed my torso by less than 6 inches from one of these:
http://world.guns.ru/assault/as20-e.htm ), and another time I almost got head-on-ed by an 18 wheeler. Why was I having this feeling now?
In my half delirium, I called Joz, just to ask if he’d every experienced this, but he didn’t pick up.
I didn’t know what to do, but I knew I had to get rid of HBexotic. The next taxi cab I saw, I pulled over to the curb and dumped her out. I got her number and peeled out as she was asking me “are you going to follow the cab?”
I don’t know what the gut feeling was about, and I probably will never know. Maybe I would have gotten in an accident a couple of intersections down the road, maybe she had a disease, maybe it was a setup and I was about to get robbed, maybe a meteorite would have hit me. Or, it’s very possible I just pussed out and everything was good to go. In the next hour, she calls me twice and I don’t pick up.
So yeah, first SNP… sort of.
I’m curious, though, has anyone else ever experienced this?